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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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the cold breath of the night air,For a moment saw the starlight;But he saw the ghosts no longer,Saw no more the wandering spiritsFrom the kingdom of Ponemah,From the land of the Hereafter.

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The Famine




Oh the long and dreary Winter!Oh the cold and cruel Winter!Ever thicker, thicker, thickerFroze the ice on lake and river,Ever deeper, deeper, deeperFell the snow o'er all the landscape,Fell the covering snow, and driftedThrough the forest, round the village.Hardly from his buried wigwamCould the hunter force a passage;With his mittens and his snow-shoesVainly walked he through the forest,Sought for bird or beast and found none,Saw no track of deer or rabbit,In the snow beheld no footprints,In the ghastly, gleaming forestFell, and could not rise from weakness,Perished there from cold and hunger.Oh the famine and the fever!Oh the wasting of the famine!Oh the blasting of the fever!Oh the wailing of the children!Oh the anguish of the women!All the earth was sick and famished;Hungry was the air around them,Hungry was the sky above them,And the hungry stars in heavenLike the eyes of wolves glared at them!Into Hiawatha's wigwamCame two other guests, as silentAs the ghosts were, and as gloomy,Waited not to be invitedDid not parley at the doorwaySat there without word of welcomeIn the seat of Laughing Water;Looked with haggard eyes and hollowAt the face of Laughing Water.And the foremost said: "Behold me!I am Famine, Bukadawin!"And the other said: "Behold me!I am Fever, Ahkosewin!"And the lovely MinnehahaShuddered as they looked upon her,Shuddered at the words they uttered,Lay down on her bed in silence,Hid her face, but made no answer;Lay there trembling, freezing, burningAt the looks they cast upon her,At the fearful words they uttered.Forth into the empty forestRushed the maddened Hiawatha;In his heart was deadly sorrow,In his face a stony firmness;On his brow the sweat of anguishStarted, but
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